I was walking down the street looking for nothing and not knowing what exactly I want to do this night. I already felt tired and little drunk after couple shots with friends from college. Nothing interesting, just a simple Saturday meeting, I was bored with their talks about other people in college and I wasn't very much involved in that conversation. I've been feeling overwhelmed from the very morning and I decided to go out tonight just because I didn't want to refuse them and I thought that maybe few shots would make me feel better. Nothing similar, now I was more tired than ever rambling through the street and dreaming about my apartment. While I was walking, I noticed that there isn't anything interesting to do in this city at this time, especially when you're already drunk and you have no one else to go with somewhere. Just a lights in almost every window of tenement houses stretching along the street. People mostly spending their weekend evening in their houses, watching a movie with a family or their love ones. Some of them were going to bars or coffee shops, you could tell from the street when you looked that these places were filled with people. The temperature was pleasant, it could be very nice, May evening for many people. I wanted to go home because my head hurt and I didn't feel like going anywhere or having fun in that moment, but it was even nice to walk down this street breathing a fresh, cold air just alone. Though I was tired, I enjoyed this strange walk. Suddenly I heard some piano playing so this moment seemed to be even more likeable. I kept walking to find out where it goes from and moment later I was standing in front of a bar or more like a jazz club. It had neon trumpet on the window with inscription "Blue Moon". Not much creative, I thought. It was definitely the place I heard the music from. Comparing the other bars I was passing, this jazz club was empty. I could see from the outside that many tables were free. I didn't plan to go anywhere, I usually never go alone to the clubs on the Saturday night, but I already left my friends so it just happened that I was walking alone. I decided to push the door and slowly walked inside, now the music was much clear and loud, it sounded nice and chill. The whole club had very slow, relaxing mood. Like I noticed, there weren't a lot of people there, I would say that just a few, drinking their whiskey and admiring the performance. The bar was at the entrance on the left side and the stage was next to it. It wasn't big, but enough for a small jazz performances. The melody was refined and lingering, the lighting was little dark full of neons coming from the wall on the stage. I imperceptibly walked to the closest table and sat on the corner of the chair. This place had some kind of a nice and melancholic vibe. Everyone just listened to the slow and calming sounds of the instrument, from time to time people were walking to the bar to order more drinks. That was a different place than most of bars I saw.
I loved the melody that this guy was playing. He seemed to have such a control on what he's doing and he was so aware of every sound he was playing. I could barely see his face, because of this lighting but also because of his long hair, that covered a bit his features. He was wearing yellow jacket and yellow checkered scarf that wasn't even around his neck but just imposed on it, it looked even more cool. He seemed beautiful. I couldn't find better words, his poise was beautiful and there was a calm coming from him, while I was watching his fingers slowly moving on the keys I felt so peaceful. At last, the music he played was so lovely that made me come here even though I was unearthly tired. But now I felt a lot better after coming here and when I saw him, I couldn't stop looking and I wanted to get more of his vibe.
"That was great, thank you so much Sam." A man who I guess was hosting this "jazz evening" or whatever call this said to the microphone. The pianist closed the flap of the piano and left the stage with a gentle smile toward the audience.
His performance ended up but I wanted to hear more. That was so poignant that I even forgot that my head hurts, I'm drunk and want to cut off from the whole world. Now I felt intrigued and curious, also about him, he seemed uncredibly... aware?. His personality intrigued me even though he didn't even say anything, just played, but I felt from that play something more and his smile at the end was just precious. That untied scarf gave him more chic and his long, brown hair was very well kept. I wanted to see them closely, they seemed so soft, and covered his features that I could barely see but I can tell they were as beautiful as the rest of him.
